The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 93 The President's Awakening

"Cut off the father-daughter relationship?" As soon as Emily came downstairs, she saw Michael frowning at the phone in the living room.

She had a gut feeling it was her dad, Hayden, on the other end. He'd said stuff like this before.

Hayden was caught off guard. He had timed his call to Emerald Lake Manor perfectly, thinking Michael would be at work and Emily would be home, jobless and lounging around. So, he called, didn't ask any questions, and angrily scolded her, finally saying he wanted to cut off their father-daughter relationship and that she shouldn't even think about the Brown Corporation shares.

Michael realized Emily had asked the Brown family for shares. What did she want them for? And she wanted all of them. Emily was pushing Hayden to the edge. No wonder he called to cut ties with her.

"Mr. Smith! Oh, I didn't know you answered the phone. I'm really sorry! Cut off the father-daughter relationship, yes, Emily is really unfilial. She actually wants to take all the shares of Brown Corporation. Isn't that too much? Sorry, Mr. Smith, please don't take it to heart. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at that wretched... that woman, Emily."

Hayden awkwardly explained on the other end of the phone for three minutes. But Michael had no intention of responding. Seeing Emily sit down at the dining table, he hung up the phone.

Michael quickly sat down, watching Emily's every move. Seeing that she had no intention of acknowledging him, his heart ached, and he picked up his knife and fork to start eating. After a while, he finally spoke, "It was your dad who called."

Michael didn't explicitly state the purpose of Hayden's call. But Emily had already heard. She paused for a moment with the spoon in her hand, then took a sip of warm soup and smiled bitterly. Emily asked, "He wants to cut ties with me?"

Emily was in a bad mood and didn't want to make it worse. So he changed the subject. "Why do

about Brown Corporation. As long as the shares weren't in her hands, it was

traces of vigilance and displeasure in Emily's eyes as she looked at him. "What does that have to do with

He had specifically stayed home this morning to have breakfast with Emily. He hoped she would feel a bit better. Who would have thought she

of me for three years, and

in anger, throwing the spoon

spilled all over the table. Emily stood up, glaring at Michael, who

greedy woman who doesn't know when to stop? Whatever, we're getting divorced anyway. It doesn't matter how you think of me. But Michael, get this straight. The president of Smith Corporation, sheltered by everyone,

eager to cut ties with me? Have you investigated these things?" "Besides believing what others say, what else can you do? We live under the same roof. Have you ever carefully observed what clothes I wear every day? Have you ever seen me carry any luxury bags?" At

you bother to look at me? I'm

a napkin, wiped her mouth, threw

"Oh dear, Mr.

spilled on the table. She had just managed to persuade Emily

At least that would prove Emily still had the strength

to change his shoes. Suddenly, he remembered what Emily had said at the dining table and instinctively glanced